It's a Raymond Chandler Evening   At the end of someone's day   And I'm standing in my pocket   And I'm slowly turning grey      I remember what I told you   But I can't remember why   And the yellow leaves are falling   In a spiral from the sky      There's a body on the railings   That I can't identify   And I'd like to reassure you but   I'm not that kind of guy      It's a Raymond Chandler Evening   And the pavements are all wet   And I'm lurking in the shadows   'Cause it hasn't happened yet